Misery.

True feelings are something that don't belong on the internet right? I mean, if I'm going to honestly tell you how I'm feeling the way you three (that actually read my blog) look at me will never be the same. If I really put my emotions into words, it would probably shock and appall you. And social networking is the worst for that. Every single time I log onto facebook or twitter I'm tempted to just give a taste of whats on my mind, but I stop myself. This is honestly going nowhere. I am going nowhere. I've eaten no more than 8 times since Saturday. And that includes a bag of apples and a granola bar (at separate times). I've ran twice. Ran. Me. Running. Extensively. I weighed myself. I weigh 9 pounds less than I did two weeks ago. I walk a lot. I can't sit still or my mind wanders wayy too far off. Like scary far off. Scary for a guy who enjoys Final Destination, and Piranha. And it won't go away. It will not stop. I just, I don't know. THE END.